Switch it off, please
29 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so sensitive. It makes sense to want to know things others don’t, but to be sensible, there are things you’d rather not know. Just my two cents.
Spiritual people pick up things all the time. Ok I shouldn’t use that word. We ARE all spiritual beings, are we not. Prophetic people, then. Lightning rods. Like it or not, spiritual gifts aren’t switches you can turn on or off. Sometimes the overflow is delightful (like reading minds when you’re not trying to) but sometimes it is plain uncomfortable.
And that is why I don’t beg for classified information the way I used to.
Feeling too much of a stranger’s pain when I need to be studying…. sigh. Sensing the scent of death in a restaurant where cancer patients go… eww. Telling a friend to break up with his girflriend which no one knew existed… ouch. But the worst is really picking up the spirit of lust. Yes you heard right, lust. When you recognize it objectively (which means when you’re not under its grasp) you will know it anywhere because is the most sickly, disgusting thing in the world.
Maybe I feel it more because it was once my greatest struggle (and later my greatest victory). Maybe because it is everywhere. Maybe because I am a young woman, one of many who are often the object of lust. I’m talking about it now because it bothered me during the whole of dinner time. In times like this I long to be dense; I wouldn’t have felt so uncomfortable.
But I know I wouldn’t trade my gifts for anything in the world. This access to treasured secrets brings way more joy than pain. More excitement than disappointment. I love this life.
I only ask God, that in “times like this” when I yearn to switch off the power… You give me more power instead to speak out Your word and minister.
